Psychotic

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Y/N POV:

"Ring around the Rosie." I sang lightly while dragging the bloody axe through the quiet halls of my next victim's mansion.

"Pockets full of posey." I sang through my mask, axe still in my hand.

"Ashes..." I started off while entering the master bedroom.

I could hear the heavy breaths of my next victim inside his closet. I could have easily blown his brains out from outside the closet but. Where's the fun in that?

"Ashes..." I whispered while stepping in front of the closet.

I bend down a little so that I'm looking straight in his eyes throw the little gaps in the closet.

"We all fall..." I gripped my axe tightly and put my hand on the closet door nob.

"Down!" I yelled.

In less than five seconds I open the closet door and swung the axe towards the man.

He stood there with a shocked looked on his face before his head slid of his neck and his decapitated body dropped on the floor, spraying blood all over me and my bloody mask.

Out of the 5 people I killed today, killing that douche bag was the most fun.

I slipped off my mask letting my thick dreads fall on my shoulders.

I looked down proudly at my work making a huge smile creep across my face.

I took the recording tape out my pocket and put it inside one of the coat pockets that were inside the closet.

I left the mansion and walked out to Trevor waiting for me in a black Chevy.

Once I got in the car he looked at me with disgust.

"God Y/N, I know you be having fun out there but you ain't gotta be so damn messy." He asked starting the car up.

"Seeing the blood splatter on me is one of the most funniest parts bro." I said smiling and throwing my bloody bunny mask in the back seat.

Lemme introduce myself.

The names Y/N Williams, I'm Wayne William great great granddaughter.

My whole family is ashamed to be to related to him. But me?

I'm ashamed of the fact that he killed little kids but I'm not mad that he killed at all.

From experience, the first 2 times I killed. It became felt addicting.

Like a drug.

The world knows me as the Laughing Reaper. Or Karma's Angel.

Remember that tape I put inside one of the coats pockets?

Yeah that's a recording of me laughing hysterically.

(40-1:28, you honestly don't have to listen. Just imagine the joker laughing hysterically)

I've been to almost every state killing approximately 60 people.

I'm probably the most impressive serial killer out there, and I'm only 19. I've been doing this for 4 years.

I've never been caught once.